The $500 on the table was particularly eye-catching, and Dr. Conner stared at it at a loss
as to how to solve his problem. You've neutralized Dr. Conner's wish to mock you.
Attribute point, plus one.
Keith hadn't meant to gain anything from what he'd said, and he couldn't help but feel
happy at this unexpected result. Dr. Conner, on the other hand, flushed and said, I've
studied medicine for years. Do you want to talk about professionalism with me? I offered
you that money to ease the atmosphere, and you rejected it? I offered Ari this rare
medical text.
Don't you understand? The crowd was stunned at Dr. Conner's words. His comeback was
nowhere near as good as Keith's. Keith picked up the treatise on cold, pathogenic, and
miscellaneous diseases that was lying on the table.
As he casually flipped through the book, he said, with a half-smile, Dr. Conner, you're
incoherent. Hearing this, everyone in the cafeteria burst into laughter. Keith's words left
Dr. Conner speechless.
At first, the crowd had looked down on Keith, but now they felt that maybe this kid was
all right, smart, even eloquent. A few of the trainee nurses in the corner were smiling like
flowers in the sun, whispering to each other and giggling while throwing coy glances
Keith's way. Ari looked at Keith, and without realizing it, a bright smile spread over her
face.
She remembered how his hand had brushed past her neck last night, and her face
turned red again. Dr. Conner said angrily, what right do you have to touch my things?
Get your hands off that! Keith casually dropped the book back onto the table and said